The Great Battle Begins

While Wang Sheng was plotting how to scheme against others, he never would have imagined that, because of his appearance, the development of the entire world was changing as well.

Tonight, Spirit Hall moved up its plan and launched attacks on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

The night was very quiet. The howling wind swept past, and layers of dark clouds covered the light of the stars and moon, making the earth look even darker.

It truly fit that saying: a dark and windy night was a night for murder.

Outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's castle, two disciples in charge of patrol were wandering around. Both of them looked somewhat tired, walking forward without much concern.

With a sudden shiver, the patrol disciple on the left said to the one on the right, "Xiao Yi, why do I feel a little cold?"

"Did you catch a cold?" Xiao Yi forced his eyes open a little wider. He had cultivated for a bit too long during the day, so by now drowsiness was constantly assaulting his mind.

The patrol disciple on the left shook his head and said, "No! We soul masters rarely get sick. Maybe I'm just too sensitive. Wait for me, I'm going to relieve myself." As he spoke, he walked toward a nearby thicket.

Xiao Yi stood there rather bored, waiting for his companion. The area they patrolled was within a one-kilometer range of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's castle. This expanded style of patrol had continued for many years.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi's eyes, which had just been about to close in a brief doze, caught a faint glimmer of light. Immediately after, his ears twitched.

As a patrol disciple, Xiao Yi was not very strong himself.